I've dealt with crippling anxiety and depression for the better part of 15 years.
Yall don't even know how I've even managed to stay alive.
Sorry for the self quote but I had a revelation. Some mental illness can be triggered by traumatic events.
For me, it was getting jumped on the way to college party at Pitt September of 2007.
That summer I had spent my time in NYC, then had fun DJing and felt swagged out...
That night was the worst night of my life. Hands down.
Me and a friend (who I'm no longer friends with because of this) were on the way to this party I had some weed to spark up when we got there...and to make this short ran into these 5 brehs that were looking for weed. I figured I could make some quick money and smoke. So I tried to sell them a nickel bag. Dude took my weed and walked off, I grabbed him by the shoulder and he just clocked me with a right hook. I grabbed hin by the collar and hit back with a right...next thing you know I'm getting beat left and right.
My friend who I was with...RAN...5 blocks...to a bar.
I ran into this college party all bloodied to escape this beatdown, girls were screaming and it ruined my night. But if I didn't run into that crowd ( i did it knowing the wouldn't follow me) i would of died that night (they had guns).
I remember having to get stitches and I still have the scar...and it took weeks for it to heal. I had to go to class with my eye swollen shut and a bandage on it and it killed the energy I had from the summer. People would be looking at me weird in class too...it made me not want to talk to people and I fell into a deep depression.
Ever since that moment, I had this pent up hostility and rage for my friend bailing on me and leaving out to die in that situation. Didn't help that years after that when I was homeless he refused to help me out either. Fell out with him 6 years ago. Told him never to call me again.
He tried calling me months ago and I went ballistic. I had finally managed to have some peace and stability in my life, and here he was calling me and then I was reminded of that horrible night. I cussed him out, told him never call me again, and said I would never forgive him for leaving me out to get jumped and running to a bar. Then he blocked me.
He didn't even back me up...i know if my friends get into some shyt I got their back...he just ran to a bar...
I just wanted to share that because I know for some trauma can be a root cause for mental illness, depression, anxiety, etc...